...across a hrook : Or, hy a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours hy hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are...them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds hloom the soft- dying day, And touch the stuhhle plains with rosy hue : Then, in a wailful choir, the...

...sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Stead}' thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder-press with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings,...And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows borne aloft, Or smiling as the light wind...

...Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all ¡ts twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy...cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the lost oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them,...

...Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy...brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou walchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they f Think...

...the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head...cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozmgs, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou...

...Wordsworth, from Scott or Byron or Lord Tennyson. But do we really get it much more clearly from Keats ? Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat...

...Through the old garden-ground of boyish days. And then I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four; Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?...barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,...

...under ground, and changes to a chrysalis, appearing next year as a perfect insect. A poet says : — "Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?...barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue ; Then, in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,...

...Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and nil its twined flowers ; And ers hour». Where are the songs of spring ! Ay, where are they ! Think not of them, thou hast thy music...

...Drowsed with the fume of poppies. while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?...hast thy music too — While barred clouds bloom the softlydying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue. Few more perfect poems exist in the English...